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In the end, Tan Qishen didn’t lay a finger on him and just let Jiang Linjin cause a scene.
An hour later, Jiang Linjin passed out on the couch, completely unconscious.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Tan Qishen had someone move him into the inner room to let him crash there for the night. He figured once Jiang Linjin sobered up tomorrow, he could go back. He even had a few staff members from Lu Yuan watch over him—just in case he woke up in the middle of the night and started acting drunk again.
As for He Cheng, he fled the moment Jiang Linjin passed out.
Now, in the private room, only Tan Qishen and a group of women remained.
Sarah, the British model, was also invited to the room. She was the only one who had met Tan Qishen a few times before. She mustered some courage and said, “Mr. Tan, we’ll take our leave now.”
Tan Qishen hummed in response. “I’ll have the money transferred to your accounts.”
After all, they had spent the whole night here with Jiang Linjin. It wouldn’t be right not to pay them.
Sarah didn’t decline. “Thank you, Mr. Tan.”
Just then, the manager knocked and walked in. “Mr. Tan, Miss Yan has finished her meeting and is about to leave.”
Tan Qishen spun his car keys around his finger. He was just about to leave too, but hearing that made him sit back down.
“Wait a minute—”
He looked up at the women who were getting ready to go.
“Come sit with me for a while longer. Double the pay.”
Tan Qishen patted the sofa next to him, signaling for them to sit beside him.
The women exchanged looks. When one sat down, the rest followed, each trying to grab the seat closest to him.
“Bring her over.”
He said this to the manager.
“Uh… yes, sir.” The manager was confused. They’d purposely arranged for Miss Yan to avoid this route so she wouldn’t stumble onto the scene inside.
Why was Mr. Tan not only not avoiding it, but also seemingly looking forward to what would happen next?
——
Yan Man’s meeting with Director Hu Suling went very well. Despite the twenty-year age gap, they got along smoothly. Director Hu asked her a few questions, which she answered perfectly.
In the end, Director Hu said he’d confirm her schedule with her agency and hoped she could join the production soon.
Yan Man walked him to his car. “Director Hu, see you next time.”
Her posture was humble and impeccable.
Director Hu liked her personality. He nodded slightly, thinking he hadn’t misjudged her. “See you next time, Miss Yan.”
Watching the car drive off, Yan Man turned to get into her own when a voice called out to her.
“Miss Yan, please wait—”
“Manager Wang.” Yan Man turned to see the general manager of the club approaching. He was always the one to greet her whenever she came to Lu Yuan.
“Mr. Tan would like to see you,” the manager said with a polite smile, though his tone left no room for refusal.
Yan Man frowned, looking toward the lavish courtyard area. “He’s here too?”
“Yes,” the manager nodded.
Going to Room 201 had become routine for her—usually to coax Tan Qishen home.
She instinctively recalled their recent conversations. Nothing had happened that would’ve upset him, right?
Yan Man sighed quietly. Men’s minds were like a maze.
He was impossible to read.
“Who’s he with?” she asked casually while following him inside.
“Uh… well…” The manager began to sweat.
“You’ll see in a minute.”
If he had to name everyone in there, it’d take several minutes—and he didn’t even remember all the names.
Yan Man glanced at him. Seeing the awkward expression on his face, she didn’t push.
Soon, they arrived at the door of Room 201. The manager personally opened the door and gestured for her to enter.
As Yan Man stepped inside, she was immediately hit by a mix of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and women’s perfume.
She wrinkled her delicate brows and touched her nose.
The clack of her heels echoed against the floor. She stepped forward and then suddenly froze as she took in the scene.
Under the warm amber glow of the white crystal chandelier, the lighting was dim. The marble coffee table was cluttered with all kinds of liquor glasses. And in this spacious room, only one man was seated.
No wonder it smelled like perfume.
Yan Man glanced around. She didn’t even bother trying to count the women.
Dressed in a black coat that wrapped tightly around her, she looked completely out of place among the heavily made-up women dressed as if they were heading to a gala.
Raising an eyebrow, her red lips curled into a smile as she looked at Tan Qishen. “It’s been four days. Is this your welcome gift?”
Her gaze fell on the woman sitting closest to him.
She looked familiar.
Wasn’t she the one Chu Yiling had once mentioned as Tan Qishen’s girlfriend?
Sarah.
They’d done the same fashion show once, so they had a bit of a connection.
Tan Qishen lounged with his long legs crossed. His posture was lazy, his brows and eyes cool and subdued under the dim light, casting shadows on his face.
He wore a plain white shirt with no tie. The top two buttons were undone, revealing his collarbones and part of his chest. Surrounded by beauties, he looked more flirtatious than ever.
He simply lifted his gaze, his eyes deep and unreadable, and looked at Yan Man.
Her reaction wasn’t what Tan Qishen had expected.
She was too calm.
Yan Man had never once lost her temper with him. Sometimes Tan Qishen even doubted whether she had a temper. He genuinely wanted to know what she looked like when she was mad.
If she had stormed in, demanding to know what was going on and telling all the other women to get lost, Tan Qishen would have immediately explained everything—that the women were called by Jiang Linjin and he had just come here to rest after drinking.
But now—
Yan Man’s lips curved slightly as she scanned the room without any sign of jealousy.
“You didn’t reply to my message?” Tan Qishen stared at her, his tone neither warm nor cold.
“I was discussing work with Director Hu. Didn’t get the chance to check.”
Truth be told, she had completely forgotten about replying. If he hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t have remembered.
She remained standing. She was the only one upright in the room, unwilling to sit among this crowd.
Tan Qishen lowered his gaze. His pitch-black eyes revealed no emotion, distant and indifferent. His long fingers rested casually on the armrest. Then, he signaled to a recently popular B-list actress beside him with a look.
Accustomed to the social scene, the actress picked up a wine glass from the table and leaned toward him, her voice soft and sweet: “Mr. Tan…”
Tan Qishen didn’t move. He leaned toward the glass, just about to drink when—
“Since you have company, there’s no need for me to stay. I’ll be heading back,” Yan Man’s voice suddenly rang out.
The moment she turned to leave, Tan Qishen’s head snapped up, eyes flashing with a cold glint. He shoved the wine glass away in irritation, the motion forceful enough that red wine splashed onto his suit pants.
The actress let out a startled yelp, “Mr. Tan, I didn’t mean to—”
Tan Qishen stood up, ignoring the wine stain, and rushed after Yan Man.